I hated seeing the little shiver, so I took a thermos of hot chocolate down to her, and checked to see if there was heating in the buggy
When I tell people that most of my neighbors are Amish, they assume I live in a quiet area, but they are far from right. You wake up to the sound of their rooster crowing in your backyard. My husband has chased their calves out of my rose bushes and vegetable garden, more times than I can count. Last year, we had horse munching on the new apples of the apple tree. I get so angry when this happens that I forget how nice the people are. I have had fresh spate bread delivered to my door at 6 AM, and eggs that were still warm from the hen. If they need help, they come to my husband, and they are always there to lend a hand when we need help. I can’t imagine living anywhere other than where we were. Last year, I saw a young girl and her mother going down the hill in the buggy. She couldn’t have been over three-years-old, but she was helping pick up logs from the road. I saw she was shivering, and I wondered if they had heaters in their buggies. I hated seeing the little shiver, so I took a thermos of hot chocolate down to her, and checked to see if there was heating in the buggy. There was a small space heater on the floor, and it had the inside of the buggy quite warm. Had it not been warm inside, I was going to invite them into my house for a hot cup of tea or chocolate, but I wasn’t sure if they would come in.